Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Peru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tears for Fears to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
Boredoms,
PIL,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.